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Prom

de Augustine

Baby
Tie my wrist before I hit the Sun
'Fore the backseat
Blows right out throughout, the window's gone

Now what's the city and who's the people?
Oh, alright
I'm dressed up pretty, real delightful for the night
I was nearly suicidal 'fore your car arrived

Moving up to the villas
Kill a bit of time
Prom tomorrow night
Tasting sweet, how the wind blows
But get your head inside
Need you here alive
Now what's the city and who's the people?

Oh, alright
I'm dressed up pretty, real delightful for the night
Moving up to the villas
Kill a bit of time
Just for one last time

Now maybe
This is the last of what there is to feel
It's only different places
Poor imitations
Fucking actors trying to speak like she speaks

Moving up to the villas
Kill a bit of time
Prom tomorrow night
Tasting sweet, how the wind blows
But get your head inside
Need you here alive
Now what's the city and who's the people?

Oh, alright
I'm dressed up pretty, real delightful for the night
Moving up to the villas
Kill a bit of time
Just for one last time

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